Demon

The demon is meddling with my life.
Why is it so hard to be happy?
It comes so easy to the others.
Blissfully ignorant of my plight.

Why is it so hard to be happy?
Blaring music to drown out the pain.
Blissfully ignorant of my plight.
I rest in solitary torment.

Blaring music to drown out the pain.
Do I really want to be normal?
I rest in solitary torment.
Are they invisibly suffering?

Do I really want to be normal?
It comes so easy to the others.
Are they invisibly suffering?
The demon is meddling with my life.

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